Meg asks "Can you find the hidden Mickey?"
We all started our day the way most days should be started; with a healthy dose of McDonald's breakfast!
As soon as we get to Disneyland, James immediately starts looking for phallic objects.
"It looks like a penis!"
James, you're so immature...
Oh wow, it does look like a penis...
What the...
That Guy is here?! Holy crap!
We're at Disneyland!
Indy is first, of course.
Look out! Snakes!
Oh crap... Megan's driving.
Ahh, my good friend The Haunted Mansion.
It's been a while, old friend.
Excited to ride HM! And That Guy somehow turned into Brad!
I have a feeling there won't be any crowd problems today.
I think it's apparent how much my family loves The Haunted Mansion.
Like... really.
First visit, y'all!
James says "Now what, yo?"
"Oh."
"Imma ride splash!"
So excited to ride and get splashed!
Uh-oh...
James does not like the look of this.
I'm pretty sure this is a genuine look of fear.
Brad doesn't even flinch.
"We didn't even get wet!"
Soaked.
"I'm never riding that ride ever again."
James molests the Columbia.
Phamily Foto
Oh my god, baby ducks!
Brad yells at the ducks.
Brad approves of the goat trick.
Yay, first coaster of the year!
Mickey!
Ewwwww....
Megan is afraid of Monstro... I don't blame her.
The idea of Autopia is interesting. Escape the crowded freeways of Los Angeles to ride car with as much traffic as the crowded freeways of Los Angeles.
Meg got her license. TO KILL
I got my license. TO DRIVE (which is essentially "to kill" anyway)
Waiting...waiting...
Um, I don't think this ride is going anywhere...
This is not a picture, this is a video.
Well, we left and they gave us nifty passes to go and ride anything else later on.
We seized this opportunity to give Megan and James their very first Dole Whip.
Awwwww yeah!
"It's a what?"
The Dole Whip enjoyment pose.
Alice and The Mad Hatter came by for a game of musical chairs.
One lucky kid got to play, too.
Go, James, go!
He lost.
The Mad Hatter wonders how one could be so stupid. This isn't a very merry unbirthday for him.
We gathered up the cattle and headed toward the other park.
Oh, yeah. Hi Walt!
James knows the secrets to the Big O.
Over at Soarin', I'm pretty sure this kid spit at me.
That's alright. We're too cool for saliva.
Instead of smells, they pumped in some Nitrous Oxide.
Mother says "If you get me on Tower of Terror then I'm going to have to have a couple of drinks."
Deal.
Would have been a nice picture if it weren't for that little brat.
Haha, nice.
We lost Brad to the Fourth Demention *echo*
Gulp.
"Awesome!"
"That was great! I almost died!"
I wish I could say ToT made us crazy. But no, we were always like this.
It's That Guy!
Oh, it's so inappropriate!
Oh god! There's an out of control bus headed right for me! Morpheus, get me out of here!
James is disturbed by a mysterious lump.
This little kid decided to end it all.
"If you don't behave, you won't get to go drink."
After Monsters Inc. James and Mother decided to go get some booze at Downtown Disney. While they were there they were offered free tickets to Queensryche at the House of Blues. So we probably won't see them for a while.
Brad took us through his land.
And we rode his ride.
One of these is a fat German.
Four leafed!
Would have loved to have ridden Screamin! but it was definitely not an option.
Toy Story Mania it is!
Duck.
The only true way to wear them.
We're in THREE DEE!
In a mutual agreement, DCA was declared lame and we went back to Disneyland.
Hidden Mickey in Toontown.
God, that whale gets scarier and scarier.
We rode Mr. Toad's wild ride.
"What do you mean that's the end? We were in hell and that's the end?! What the hell?!"
Brad still wears his sunglasses. "The sun never sets on a bad ass."
Jungle Cruise time.
The backside of water, of course.
Our skipper said many funny and corny things.
Then we did Indy again, because it's just plain awesome.
By this time, the park was already starting to clear out.
Also, people were turning into giant blobs, which clogged the exits.
I'm not wearing this...
Meg rubs her face in Pooh.
Heading out, giving Brad our farewells, I get a call from Mother. She tells me my cousin James is drunk off of his ass and they won't let him in to Disneyland.
Oh boy...
Bye, Walt!
There he is. Drunk as a skunk.
James, your Irish is showing.
I wish these photos could tell you how loud he was all the way out to the car. Constantly screaming "I'm drunk!"
Then, as we were on our tram back to the car, James let out a mighty bit of flatulence onto the people behind us.
Not only that, but there was a little girl who kept staring at James. As he yelled out "I'm drunk!" for the seventeenth time, he looked down at her and asked "What are you?"
And fun was had by all.
The End.
